You walked faster carrying your books in your hands as rain starts to pour slowly that one assumed fine day. I remembered I brought an umbrella and wanted to give it, to shelter you from the slowly pouring rain.
That time, timing wasn't that good to me and you were already gone when I had enough courage to go to you.
A bummer because I actually wanted to know your name.
The only piece of you I'd known was the yellow notebook that accidentally fell from the books you were carrying without you noticing.
There was no personal information written but just full of scribbles and sketches about how boring life is for you.
I might not see you again as I just saw you from a busy street that one assumed fine day. But you...you milady made me very happy.
Your yellow notebook became my remembrance as I thought of you.
YOU ARE READING
Yellow
Short StoryOne shot stories of people that made them remember their love ones through the colour Yellow.
